Poems from Chris Caraballo
Our moments feel disjointed Like we've continuously been taken out and thrown into each of them Separately We have matching scars Together ...
Ever since conception My angels have been tested Because I was raised around some hood influences Uh But in the apartment it was safe Cause...
I am a breathing contradiction
The truth within your fiction
An astounding embodiment of inner city diction
Formed in the perfect collision...
The windows to my soul are tinted
They say that my soul is vintage
I always thought my life was of very little interest
I chase shadows in...
I heard it's unusual yet beautiful
That feeling to love hard
Sometimes I question love and ask where does love start
Where does love end
I...